starting in on the final suit for my tarot deckkkkkk

a very annoying lady who is a regular just asked me 'is that your REAL name??? I've never heard of it' and I had to explain to her between shaking breaths that sometimes non western names exist and it's certainly charged in some kinda way when you say shit like that

WHALE!!!! YOKAI!!!!! GHOSTY COLOURWAY!!

look at this snazzy little guy

yokai!!!!!!! totebag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was too tired to really feel this yesterday but IM DONE CONVENTIONS FOR THE YEAR. I CAN DO THINGS. I CAN WORK ON PERSONAL STUFF. AHHHHH

a very specific con feeling: the moment when you guess someone's niche cosplay and they smile at you, a little incredulous, a little shy, and say with that tentative happiness that you're the first person to have recognized them

when will someone look at the callouses and bruises on my hands from hours of cutting and printing and, homoerotic Shonen anime style, burst into tears at how hard I work

(tries to write a simple smut story) (trips and falls into significant worldbuilding by accident) (Also makes yet another horned/antlered gayboy) what can i say im a simple guy with simple needs

ah, the schadenfreude of finding out about new information for the worse about a person you haven't thought about for quite a long time but that did hurt you. ah.

I am so obsessed with her

daydreamkng about doing bear-in-den-its-a-tree enamel mugs in this cute fat little bellied mug shape....

i hate that it took this long for me to lock in but these are ok, actually

grumble grumble

now that i have a personal bloosky i can whine on it!!!!!!!!!! fucking having to rebuild all of this shit is so annoying